The wait

Dogs play this game of waiting better than human lovers. Cornered in a room, all through the day, just to see you back home. And waiting by the road just to seek a piece of bread or waiting for a kind pat, a loving voice to call their name…

The Wait

And in another land there may be by the shore or at the sea or in the valley of the bees another loneliness quite like me. So I wait as the world fades and its only the page which listens to me.